shameful.

i know. shameful neglect.

but this dance project ate my life for two weeks. the experience was moderately high in anxiety, but did introduce me to some very good and lovely people. photos to come, but in the meantime, this review (if you don't want to register for the times, try bugmenot.)

the choreographer says this reviewer doesn't like much, and i'll admit her words are certainly not generous. she did, however, seem to like me. i think; the compliment is sort of . . . begrudging and/or backhanded. i'm trying to remember if she saw the show where my improv with the audience included the man who said he had "lust" in his pocket or the one where i said "walt whitman" and the audience heard "wellbutrin." whatev.